After Divorce

“How could there be robbers at Brooks Estate out of nowhere? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Maeve was aware of the formidable security measures at Brooks Estate. Besides the 20 security guards, there were numerous maids and bodyguards. 

with the presence of the Brooks family’s memorial hall, the estate itself was fortified with state–of–the–art security doors at both front and back entrances, making it nearly impregnable. 

She wondered who this skilled intruder would be, to breach from the back door of Brooks Estate. 

“The police should arrive soon. Let’s not escalate the chaos here, Mavy, come on, let’s go,” urged Lyra, her voice tinged with fear as she grasped Maeve’s arm. 

“Don’t call the police. I’m going in,” Marve replied, furrowing her brow 

“Maeve, are you out of your mind?” Charlie exclaimed, staring at her in disbetet. 

Maeve glanced toward the entrance of Brooks Estate. If her suspicions were correct, the intruder inside was exactly who she suspected. 

She buried to the entrance of Brooks Estate. 

The estate was now lay in disarray, cloaking in darkness. 

Suddenly, someone grabbed both of Maeve’s arms in the darkness. 

“Boss, we got a woman!” 

The voice of the henchman immediately drew the attention of a man lurking in the shadows. As soon as his gaze fell on Maeve, his brow furrowed. 

“Let her go,” he ordered. 

“Butboss-” 

“I said let her go!” 

Though the voice was lowered, it was unmistakably familar to Marve. She knew exactly who stood before her. 

“Mavy, run!” Sergio’s voice, weak from his recent injury, echoed in the dark. 

Maeve approached cautiously in the darkness. Despite the mask, she easily recognized the man, 

“Enough. The police will be here soon,” Maeve stated, her volor low. 

The man stiffened visibly. 

She lifted her gaze and continued, “You’ve beaten them and vented your anger. Isn’t it time to leave?” 

Her words were uttered softly, intended solely for their ears. 

There was a moment of silence from across before the henchman finally spoke up, “Boss, we’ve taken control of the entire Brooks Estate. I’ll take care of Sergio Brooks and settle the score for you! 

The sound of a crisp slap rang out as the man’s hand strock the face of the henchman. He quickly protested, “Boss!” 

“Leave,” commanded Zion, his voice low and authoritative, brooking no resistance. 

“Do I need to repeat myself?” 

Zion’s disinterest in continuing the conversation was palpable. He walked out of the estate, leaving the others with no choice but to release the security guards and maids they had restrained. Soon, they all exited through the estate’s entrance. 

Marve held her breath and instructed, “Restore the power.” 

“Alright, I’m on it!” Larry exclaimed, ensuring safety before rushing to the electrical room on the first floor 

Soon enough, lights flickered back to life throughout Brooks Estate. 

Sergio lay slumped on a couch in the hall, blooding profusely from a stab wound to his abdomen, his face pale. 

“What are you waiting for? Get the first aid kit and call us!” 

The people in the hall snapped out of their shock at the command. Some rushed to fetch the firstaid kit, while others dialed emergency services. 

Approaching Sergio, Maeve assessed his injury. The blade was embedded in his left abdom, but fortunately, it was not withdrawn, or he might not have lasted until the ambelance arrived 

“Hang in there. We can’t remove the blade now. I’ll apply for a hemostatic agent. We’ll wait for the ambulance and the paramedics. “She reassured him. 

Sergio’s gaze fixed on Maeve’s profile. He managed a smile, saying, “Alright, trust you 

“The first aid kit’s here!” said a maid, placing the kit in front of Mave. 

Lyra and Charlie arrived just in time, witnessing the chaotic scene and the aftermath of the robbery. They new exactly who was the culprit behind it, Furrowing ber brows, Lyra suggested, “Take my car. Who knows when the ambulance will arrive.”